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Don’t Tell Me Anything : The Pessimist’s Creed.

Don’t tell me what to think
You have no right to
Don’t say I’ll be fine
You don’t even know what that means
Okay, maybe you do
I don’t care.

Don’t tell me to be kind
I don’t want to be
I want to be as cold as can be
Nice is for the weak
Okay, maybe that’s wrong.
I don’t care.

Don’t tell me to be balanced
It is not your place to do that
You’re not in my head
You don’t know how deep I’ve fallen
You can’t tell me how to feel.

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Don’t tell me to be patient
I can’t wait anymore
I want it and I  want it now.
Perseverance is for the feeble
Maybe that’s not true
I do not care.

I did not ask you to hold me
I never asked you to care
Cut your ropes
Burn your bridges
How can you hope to love a storm
When you’re afraid of thunder?

Don’t tell me anything
I do not care.

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